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4/16/2011 11:07 pm |
So many images in my head swirling stopping to create tableau of rope and flesh and the smell of sex. Rope in coils waiting to be called to bind the beautiful flesh slithering around her neck, hands clasped throat exposed, breasts and musculature undulating with the encircling ropes which become ever tighter. Heavy and secure the knots restrict breathing as her chest heaves and her lips sigh, her body cruelly twisted and posed naked and vulnerable. This poem won first place in April's PerveyPerv contest in fetlife. 4/21/2011 lWelcome to the Maison d' Imp |
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8/15/2011 12:34 am |
Thank you honeydee lWelcome to the Maison d' Imp
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5/3/2011 7:54 am |
congratz on winning first prize KBD a.k.a Grim Reaper
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4/17/2011 8:32 pm |
Thank You. lWelcome to the Maison d' Imp
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4/16/2011 11:55 pm |
Beautifully put SWEET WICKED DREAMS
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